This is my first fanfiction and I'm super excited!

Megan

It's been three weeks since Gigi's wedding, and that was about the most exciting thing that's happened in pokey old Concord so far.

Although, one bright side to my boring life for the last few weeks is Simon.

As it turns out, the Berkeleys enjoyed Concord so much that they bought a vacation home here, and are staying for the summer.

We've had a lot of fun, but still, I wish something exciting could happen.

Suddenly, the intercom crackles and I hear my mother's voice.

"Megan, your friends are here." I hear a stomping up the stairs as my friends flood into my room. I eye Cassidy's Red Sox shirt in disgust.

"What's up with you?" Cassidy looks at me, her hand on her hips.

I just sigh. "I'm so bored-and you have that shirt on."

"Hey!" Cassidy says, "This shirt rocks!" She strikes a pose, leaving the rest of us laughing.

We all pile downstairs and gather in the living room. Mrs. Hawthorne starts the conversation.

"Well girls, we mothers were talking," she starts as Emma groans.

"This is bound to be bad." Emma says, and we all nod in agreement.

"Well, Emma Jane Hawthorne," Mrs. Hawthorne says a bit huffily, "we were just discussing about the next book we're going to read, and, well a little bit of a surprise."

Mrs. Sloane-Kinkaid speaks up. As usual, she's dressed to a T. A slim, layered top, white designer capris, and strappy sandals.

She's also fixed her hair a little bit, and it cascades down her shoulders in this perfect way.

I glance at my straight, dark hair reproachfully. I wish my hair was like that. Mrs. Sloane-Kinkaid looks at me.

"Megan! I absolutely adore that dress you're wearing. Is it another Wong original?"

I smile, and nod. "It's from this fabulous silky fabric Gigi got for me."

Mrs. Sloane-Kinkaid nods approvingly. I smile. "Well, then I suppose its time for you to learn what book we'll be reading. You guys have met Louisa May Alcott, L.M. Montgomery, Jean Webster, Jane Austen, Charlotte Bronte, and many other authors. We mothers all decided that you should meet another author, Dorothy Canfield Fisher and her book Understood Betsy."

Mrs. Wong distributes the books. Cassidy riffles through hers. "Wow!" We all fake gasp. Emma stares at hers.

She says, slowly, "Understood Betsy? How come I've never read this?"

Mrs. Hawthorne looks at her apologetically. "Well, its never really come across my mind that it was something that you'd like, dear. Not until now, of course." Emma looks depressed.

"I've missed out on so much!" she says, scanning the author's biography and reading the first page.

We all grab for her book, but Cassidy is the only one who succeeds in grabbing it and yanks it away. She turns to Emma, "Come on Hawthorne, let's discuss the surprise."

As if on cue, Gigi walks in with Edouard following her. She's holding a handful of what look like paper slips. "Girls! Surprise! You all are coming to Hong Kong!"

All the mother's gasp, except for Mrs. Sloane-Kinkaid, and my mother, who looks like the cat who ate the canary.

We're going to Hong Kong!

I look around at my friends, who are practically hyperventilating and screaming at the top of their lungs.

My mother starts to speak, "We were thinking of inviting all of you to Hong Kong to see the sights, and how Gigi used to live."

Mrs. Sloane-Kinkaid chips in. "And Wolfgang thought it was a wonderful idea, and he got us some tickets to a fashion show, but guess what? Its called Megan Wong. They'll be showcasing all of Megan's designs!"

I am surprised and thrilled at the same time. I squeal, "I can't believe it. My designs are being showcased in Hong Kong!"

"And it gets even better," Mrs. Sloane-Kinkaid adds, "Y'all are going to be the models!"

Becca squeals. "It'll be like in seventh grade, Megan."

"No, Becca, it'll be so much better." I smile at her.

While my friends are talking excitedly in the corner, our mothers are busy thanking Gigi and celebrating.

They're dancing around the room, whooping and hollering like teenagers. After everybody settles down, Gigi says, "Everyone had better pack your bags. We're leaving next week!"

Everyone starts dancing again, and soon our meeting ends and we all pile out the door, still ecstatic about the news. As the last goodbye fades away, I smile and head up into my room. I have some outfits to plan.

If you liked that, be sure to leave a review! Constructive criticism is welcome, but keep it appropriate.

I'm not sure if I'm going to continue it, but if enough people want it to be continued , then I will!

Thanks for reading, Britt